We’d met with such fury
And now there is none.
Such a strange beginning,
We should have been done.
Suddenly conversing,
When the call meant to end
A harmless secret,
A curse,r a friend?
A pleasant surprise?
A gift from the damned?
Can we really sustain it
Or do we sacrifice the lamb?
I’m trying to remember
How it used to be,
Before I had you
Or you turning to me.
I’m trying to imagine,
The future of our fate
Will our secret be blown
Or maintain its hidden state?
Nothing is wrong here
Just two friends who care.
Yet it easily feels wrong
And unable to be shared.
It isn’t the friendship
But how it came to be
Not meant to be discovered
And yet available to see.
How oddly it went
From his secret to hers
Stolen, unmissed
Found and enjoyed.
1 comments:
"How oddly it went
From his secret to hers"
You have no idea the smile that cracked on my face. So...cheshire. The last line is very fitting.
I loved it! Thank you.
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